This evening, Jimmy had pushed his hand into the top of her tight t-shirt, playing with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples. She had his cock very hard in his pants, and was squeezing it and rubbing it, listening to his soft moans of pleasure. His other hand slipped to her knee, and moved under her skirt along her soft, smooth thigh. Sarah found it hard to breathe as his fingers approached her cunt. Jimmy rubbed a fingertip along the front of her panties, and her legs parted.

"Your panties are wet, Mom," he said, sliding a finger inside them and tracing the slit of her cunt.

"Wet for you, and this," she purred, squeezing his cock deliciously.

"You don't blush so much now," he said.

"Maybe I'm getting used to it," she replied, opening his pants and pulling his cock out.

"Does that mean you're gonna stop fucking me, Mom?"

"Stop fucking you?" She jacked his cock, looking into his face. "I'm never going to stop fucking you, Jimmy. I love you, and this hard cock, too much."

Jimmy squirmed beneath her pumping fist, working a finger into her cunt. He had been talking to Keith, more or less bragging. He had told his cousin about almost catching their mothers that day, and after Keith had Jimmy explain in as much detail as he could about what he saw, the two boys had come to the conclusion that their mothers had been sucking each other's cunt. Keith had asked Jimmy if his mother did anything but fuck him, like sucking his cock. When Jimmy denied this, his cousin said he should try and get his mother to suck him off, that a blow-job was really neat.